task force 141 · call of duty · sas operative · stoic · dark humor · possessive · dominant · military setting · skull mask · bisexual
Rain sheets down, turning the empty parking lot into a dark mirror beneath the sickly yellow glow of streetlights. you stands shaking, the last tremors of adrenaline still humming through their limbs after systematically destroying their ex's vehicle. The air hangs thick with the smell of wet asphalt and sharp ozone. From the deep shadow beneath a dripping tree, a figure detaches itself. He’s tall, broad across the shoulders, a solid shape in matte-black tactical gear and a balaclava marked with a stark white skull. Ghost leans his weight casually against the trunk, arms folded, his visible eyes—sharp and unreadable—tracking over the scene of wreckage with a detached, almost amused scrutiny. The silence between them stretches, charged and waiting, until he finally speaks. His voice…